[OPEN] Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over

[lar]

Date & Time: Saturday 31st, starting at 9:00 pm o'clock
Location: THE PARTY WAREHOUSE
Characters: ERRBODY
Summary: Ella throws a party. It is awesome. Get your asses in here people. With subthreads for maximum OCDness.
Warnings: Drunk people, loud music, teenage drama! Nothing bad overall though.

[ It was seriously happening.

Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Lights? Check.
Music? Check.
DJ ClaudsterRedhead? Check.

There was no time for yet another complete check up, it was now or never. Ella fought the urge of making it a "never" and decided that whatever happened was already out of her control. Best intentions and all, whether it turned to be a great party or not depended on the people that would come. All she hoped was that the guests didn't destroy the place; she was kind of thinking about a future party to come and finding one good spot had been difficult enough.

But enough dillydallying, it was party time! ]]

((OOC: PLEASE WAIT WHILE I PUT THE SUBTHREADS UP. GO GO GO))

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doofus #2 to the rescue

[taijiya]

[Sixteen-year-old girl at a party. Not that odd, right?

Well, it is if you're Sango, and the music (along with what may have been spiked punch) is starting to make your head ache.

She is having fun; it's just that this place is pretty weird and very exhausting. To the point where the 'safe zone' she is returning to now is Blaine, of all people.]

This is really strange music. Is it typical where you come from?

[strategic_guile]

[He sees her coming and is eying her for a hint at how she's doing. He did drag her to the party, after all. Blaine had stayed accessible and nearby until she wandered off on her own to do her own thing. Now she was returning and looking a touch tired or possibly overwhelmed. It was pretty loud.]

No, our music is more electronic sounding. This is older than what i'm used to, but it's fun.

[taijiya]

Hmm... I don't know if 'fun' is a word I'd use.

[She's okay, really! Just not all that outgoing.]

[strategic_guile]

[He beckons her closer.] Come on, at least you're enjoying yourself, right? Meeting new people, at least?

[taijiya]

I am. I think it's good I came...

[strategic_guile]

Of course. You should meet a few more fellow captives, especially your own age.

[Don't hang around a bunch of guys his age. He will worry, at least marginally, about the future health prospects of anyone who tried anything on her. Sango herself would be fine, naturally.]

That way I don't have to get creative with the clothes next time.

[Sango is currently wearing a men's shirt as a dress. It is super cute, but still, don't ask how he knows how to do that.]

[taijiya]

[Sango has to admit that it's not all that bad, considering that the shirt almost hits her knees and she managed to argue her way into a pair of leggings and a jacket. She is also pretty sure that Blaine has to have been practicing dark magic or something to turn one of his shirts into this.]

I do have friends my own age... [Well, she has Jaime, and Coby?, who are not girls and therefore cannot lend her clothes very effectively. And possibly Rosette, but she's a nun from the 1920s. Sango frowns.] Well, enough, anyway.

[Sango, most of the people you surround yourself with are grown men. Or not human. This is sort of a problem.]

[strategic_guile]

[Dark magic called lots of women who don't want to wear the same clothes home or to work and not having any problem taking his clothes.]

Oh yeah? More than two? [He sounds so skeptical about this. Even if they were guys her age, that would be something. Most of his friends were guys, and the women he was around were badass.]

[taijiya]

Yes, more than two. [The lady doth protest too much, and it's clear that the number isn't much higher than two.] And plenty more... friendly acquaintances. It's not such a big deal to know a lot of people older than me, you know--some of them can't really even count age in human terms, and I'm a grown woman anyway.

[Because, you know, sixteen totally counts as adulthood.]

[strategic_guile]

[So skeptical, but the wrinkle across his brow smooths out pretty fast.]

Acquaintances are good, regardless of age, but there's something about living through the same things with people who're the same age.

[Making the same mistakes. Laughing about them. At the grown woman thing there's a slight tilt to his head and he eyes her, but doesn't respond to that. Different time periods, different lives. He considered her a young woman, grown in body only, but he wasn't out to insult her.]

[taijiya]

Age and maturity aren't the same thing. Anyway, I've got plenty of living through things with people my age waiting for me at home.

[Which is sort of depressing because it's more enduring than living most of the time, but shh.]

[strategic_guile]

You're living in a different dimension with people of all species and temperaments. I'm sure you can find more than one or two who are your age and have your blossoming wisdom and maturity.

[He is not sarcastic as he says this, and reaches over to pat her shoulder. It looked like it was going for her head for a second, but changed his mind. His voice is low to prevent it carrying, but not enough so it's super suspicious.]

Running around chasing after a baboon man sounds exciting, but not necessarily fun.

[taijiya]

[Sango eyes the shoulder pat and then turns her baleful gaze on him.]

It's not. But that doesn't mean I don't know how to be happy, you know. For a long time that was all I knew how to be.

[She may not have realized it at the time. But you never do realize how good you have things until they're gone, right?]

[strategic_guile]

I didn't say you don't know how. I just want you to be while you're here.

[He matches her baleful look with his own more concerned one.]

[taijiya]

[Arms crossed, wryly:]

While all the Exiles are miserable.

[strategic_guile]

You have to wait until everyone is happy before you can be? I hope not.

[taijiya]

[She wants to say no, but the real answer is sort of.]

That's not what I mean.

[strategic_guile]

[He doesn't believe that, and his face shows it.]

Then what do you mean?

[taijiya]

Is it really so easy for you to be carefree when everywhere you look is suffering? In this place, every time you walk out of the apartment, you must be reminded of how terrible the situation is.

[strategic_guile]

Carefree and happy aren't on opposite ends of the spectrum. Despite the misery and shit around us there are always things you can find joy in. You find it, grab it, and never let go.

[He's looking at her intently.]

I refuse to let them dictate how much I can enjoy my life. I want you to find what makes you happy here and protect it.

[taijiya]

[At that, the faintest smile. Protecting is something she can get behind. She even deigns to poke him lightly on the arm.]

I think I've already found it.

[strategic_guile]

[Oh hey, that intense look is gone and now just his normal warm, teasing gaze. He is totally wondering who or what it is, but doesn't ask. It's not the point.]

Good.

[Changing the subject.]

Have you danced yet?

[taijiya]

Oh--no. I don't dance.

[strategic_guile]

Really? Why not? Come on~

[He's moving to herd her towards the dance floor.]

[taijiya]

Oh, no, I don't think so.

[She resists, gently but firmly.]